Now all that’s left to do is wait.
For those of you who don’t already know, I’ve been expecting. I found out in February. Before I found out, my mom told me I might be pregnant, but I didn’t believe it. I really thought that I was going to have fertility problems because of an illness I had when I was a teenager. Being pregnant hasn’t really hit me yet, and today is the due date.
I’ve really loved being pregnant. I loved feeling him wriggle inside of me. I loved imagining what he’ll be like. I loved not having to feel guilty about eating (if I was not too nauseous). I loved that my hair got really thick. I really loved all of it. Sure, there were some things that were uncomfortable. They didn’t really become noticeable until after 6 months, maybe 7 months. The nausea for one thing. My breathing became more labored. I’m a stomach sleeper, so when my belly got bigger it became difficult for me to get to sleep. The stretchmarks on my abdomen are an eyesore, but I’m glad they’re there.
Today could be the day, folks! I’m super psyched and I can’t wait to meet my son. He’s been sucking all of my resources, so when he gets out he’s going to immediately start learning how pull his own weight around here. If I don’t go into labor by next Saturday, it will be induced. That could very well happen because my body is just stubborn like that, but we’ll see of course.
To anyone who’s reading this: thank you!